"Mi Li" has become synonymous with the idea of national subjugation, which has been used by later generations, and many similar poems have appeared. Li Yu is a man who is good at expressing the hatred of national subjugation, and his poems are more in line with this. The red sun in Huanxisha has reached three feet high, the golden stove adds fragrance to the animals, and the red brocade lichen wrinkles with the steps. Beauty dances with golden hairpin, wine can't smell flowers, and other halls can smell flute and drum. In Lou Yu's evening makeup in spring, bright muscles appear, and moths file in the Spring Hall. Feng Xiao blew away the water and clouds, and pressed the song of dress. Who smells better in the wind, drunk. Don't dye the candles red when you come back, until you step on a horseshoe to clear jathyapple. To make matters worse, the broom and the hairpin, with pink faces, met temporarily among the flowers. Know what I mean, sympathize with you, you must ask for it. Fragrance is an ear, wax is a tear, like the hearts of two people. Pillow fatigue, kam cold, sleep more disabled. (Question in the article) Bodhisattva's flowers are bright and the fog is light. Just go to Lang's side today! Step by step, step by step, holding golden shoes. See you at the south bank of the gallery, always shivering. It's hard for slaves to come out, but you can be merciful. Penglai courtyard is also closed to the Tiantai girl, and the painting hall sleeps day and night. Cui Yunguang threw the pillow and embroidered clothes smelled strange fragrance. The hidden beads lock and move, feeling the dream of the silver screen. With a slow smile on his face, he looks forward to it infinitely. Copper spring rhyme is crisp and powerful, and the new sound is slow and fine. Eyes are black, eyes are flowing. Rain clouds are deeply embroidered, and when they come, they will be harmonious. No matter how empty the banquet is, the soul will lose its spring dream. Xiao Yue, the migratory warbler, fell down, and Sue was speechless and leaned back on the pillow. Dream back to the grass and think of Yi Yi, the sky is far away and the geese are rare. The warblers are whispering, the flowers are scattered, and the solitary painting hall is deep in the courtyard. Red Hugh swept Iraq and left it to the dancers to return. Sauvignon Blanc has clouds, jade shuttles, thin shirts and light snail pairs. There are many autumn winds, and the rain is mild. There are three bananas outside the curtain, and the night is long. I just put on my evening makeup, so I will pay more attention to my heavy sandalwood. Show people a lilac, sing a clear song, and temporarily lead the cherry to break. Luo Sleeve □ ("Looking at the City" can be faded, and the cup is deeply rotated by the fragrant mash. Embroidered bed leans on jiao without that, chewing red velvet and laughing. It is better to look at the flowers than to wait for the old branches. The light green jade is soft and clear, and the surface of the floating lamp is clear. Why don't you always smile and ban the garden for the Spring Festival Evening? The drunkard's intention is not wine, but poetry has become an industry. The backyard flowers are broken, Yushu backyard, Yao grass makeup mirror. Last year's flowers were not old, but they are round again this month. Impartiality, harmony between the flowers and the moon, and heaven teaches teenagers. (or for Feng Yansi) The fisherman's waves are full of snow, and the peaches and plums are silent. A pot of wine and a rod of nylon. How many people are there in the world? Another spring breeze, a boat, a cocoon and a light hook. Flowers are full of Zhu, wine is full of Europe, and you are comfortable in the waves. At first glance, butterfly lovers was injured at dusk in spring. Counting the sound of rain and wind, hazy moonlight clouds come and go. When it is dark in spring, who whispers and smiles on the swing? There are so many things in my heart that there is no place to arrange people. (A question from Li Guanzuo) The wicker is long, the spring rain is fine, and the flowers leak. Startled the geese, rose from the city, and drew a golden partridge. The fragrance is thin, the curtain is heavy, and Xie Ting is melancholy. Red candle on the back, embroidered, long dream without knowing. (A topic in the article) Willow branches are getting old and ashamed of spring, and they feel old everywhere; Thank you, long street seems to know each other, and forced the smoke ear to brush his head. It's heartbreaking that qingping music doesn't come to the spring half. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full. Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further. Ruanlang returned to the mountain as the twelfth brother of Zheng Wang, and he was idle in spring. Lovelorn, drunk, drunk in my dream. Her voice is silent and she doesn't make up at night. Who should make the whole thing beautiful? I miss Zhu Yan and live alone at dusk. In the spring before the mulberry pavilion, the red and the heroic are exhausted, and the dance falls. When it rains in Mao Mao, it will open temporarily if you don't put down your eyebrows. The green window is quiet and fragrant, and the fragrance is printed into ash. Can endure feelings, want to sleep and dream. Practice makes the deep courtyard quiet, the small courtyard empty and the cold anvil blows intermittently. But the night is long and people sleep, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain. The juggler's hair is messy, his evening makeup is incomplete, and his eyebrows are gone with hatred. Leaning on the fragrant cheeks, spring bamboo shoots are tender, for whom to lean on tears? Three sets make you sleepless, get dressed and go out. The autumn moon is cold and bamboo is cold, and the night wind cuts the window. Mulberries were picked late to attack the golden well phoenix tree, and several trees were shocked in autumn. Rain brings new sadness. A hundred feet of shrimp must be in the jade hook. Joan's window broke through two moths, looking back at the edge, wanting to send scales to swim, and the nine cold waves did not flow back. Sauvignon Blanc has two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan. Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back. (A topic of Deng Su) Xie Xinen Qin Lou didn't see the girl who blew the flute. She went to the garden in her spare time. Pink cherry is low and proud. The east wind bothers me. It makes me feel fragrant. Joan window □ (original lack) dream of leaving the sunset, how long will you hate those years! The weeping willows are reflected outside the green trees. Meeting for a while is like dreaming. Cherry blossoms fall to the end of the month, like a bed leaning on a fumigation cage. Much like last year today, hate is the same. Clouds gaunt, tears red. Where do you miss each other? Screen window drunk in a dream. After Airbus left, the painting hall was half covered by bead curtains. It is windy at night. The crescent moon in the small building looks back from the fiber. In Chunguang Town, people go to the empty building and people go to the old building. Why hate the poor? The golden window is sleepy and careless. A strong flute woke up graceful. When the cherry falls, it will be sleepy in spring, and it will be returned after the swing. The moon slowly leaks, in the flowers. I don't know when to come under the screen window. Ran Ran and Qiu Guang can't stay long, and the red leaves are full of dusk. It's the Double Ninth Festival again, landing on the pavilion and fragrant dogwood. Purple bow gas, floating in the courtyard, rain at night in the smoke cage. Brave brave new swallow's cold voice, worried about similar age. In spring, the fairy cherry blossoms in Linjiang have run out, and butterflies fly lightly. Sub-rules crow at the west of the small building, with jade hooks and curtains, and melancholy dusk smoke hangs down. Don't be lonely in the alley, hope that the smoke will fade away. The stove is fragrant, and the phoenix is lingering. Holding an empty ribbon in his hand, looking back and hating Yiyi. In the past 40 years, the country has been home, and the mountains and rivers are three thousand miles. Long Ta in Fengge, a cigarette in Yushu Qiongzhi. I've known him several times. Once I was classified as a minister, I bent down and took time. The most hasty day is to resign from the temple, and there is still a farewell song in the teaching workshop. Tears for Gong E Yu Meiren wind returns to the yard, Liu eyes continue. With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a new moon. The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over. Candles are bright and fragrant, paintings are deep, and temples are covered with frost and snow. When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the bright moon. Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, dreaming of the south of the Yangtze River and letting a hundred flowers blossom. On the boat, the orchestral river gurgles, and the city flies and rolls, killing the people who enjoy the flowers! I am dreaming in the distance, and it is clear autumn in the south. Thousands of miles away, the cool color is in the distance, and a boat is moored in the depths of the reed flower. The flute is in the Moon Building. How I hate seeing Jiangnan. I dreamed of it last night. Also like the old garden, the car is like flowing water in Ma Rulong; Flowers and the moon are spring breeze! How many tears, broken face after crossing H ... Don't worry about tears, Shengfeng will cry; There is no doubt about heartbreak! In the dark night, the flowers in the forest withered in spring. They were in a hurry, but they had no choice but to come to the cold rain and the evening breeze. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled. Candle residual leakage off-frequency pillow. You can't sit on an equal footing. The world flows with water, which is a dream. Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable. If you have nothing to say when you meet each other, go to the west wing alone, and the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn. Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste. How can we avoid the sadness of midnight songs in life? What is the limit of ecstasy alone! The dream of the old country is back, and I feel tears falling down my eyes. Who is the tallest building? Remember that autumn is sunny. The past is empty, still like a dream. The past of Langtaosha is only sad, but it is difficult to arrange scenery. Moss invaded the courtyard in the autumn wind. The bead curtain is idle. Who comes all day long? Jin Jian has been buried and full of vitality. On a cool night, the moonlight blooms. I want to see the shadow of the jade palace and the pool, and the sky shines on Qinhuai! Huanxi yarn turns into a candle, floating like a dream. If you want to find the past and make people sad, God's wish is against your body. The moon pool is empty and the pavilions are shaded by flowers, so you will not hesitate to take more clothes when you board the ship. Sand waves make the rain outside the curtain gurgle and the spring fades away. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day. Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
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